My lucky day was one night when I looked in the mirror and saw nothing. Through the window a tender breeze was blowing, the bedroom, pink candy, was embracing you. Your palm, life line well marked, twisted in a gesture of farewell, who knows for whom. I looked once more at the mirror that didn’t reflect me. I thought it appropriate that I should wipe away a tear, but my cheek wasn’t wet, and I …
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